As the sun reaches its zenith, a solitary figure retreats to his room, closing the door behind him. He's been craving this moment all day, the anticipation making his cock ache. He undresses slowly, prolonging the pleasure, his eyes closed as he imagines the touch of his own hand. When he finally wraps his fingers around his rigid shaft, he can't help but moan. His strokes are firm, steady, his body tensing as he nears the edge. His release is explosive, his cum painting his stomach in a messy, Satisfied, he collapses back, his chest heaving as he catches his breath.